people here.”
“Can we get real chocolate milk?”
“We have the stuff at home to mix it up.”
“But Grandpa Weber’s gots real chocolate milk straight from the cows,” her daughter whined, sounding just like Shauna. How was that possible at the age of four? And she wasn’t even blood related.
“Honey, it doesn’t come that way.” She was forever correcting the things Shauna’s husband, Patrick, assured Lauren were true.
Alicia went to the passenger side to get Lauren. Cool-looking cars were absolutely not family cars. She pulled down the front seat and removed the shoulder restraints from Lauren, who waved to someone passing by.
“Hi,” Lauren said.
Shoved just as she’d lifted Lauren, they both fell into the car. Her feet were kicked from under her. She couldn’t stand.
“Somebody help!”
Thick material was yanked over her head, smelling like a burlap feed sack. She couldn’t see. The pressure in her back grew sharp, like a knee. It moved to her neck. Someone forced her face into the hot leather. Lauren screamed behind her, kicking her side as she was dragged from the car.
They were taking her baby!
“Stop hurting my mommy,” Lauren screamed.
“What do you want?”
Pushing. Shaking. Choking her from behind. She couldn’t move. Dear Lord in heaven, please send someone to help me.
“Mommy!”
“Shh,” a deep voice said.
Lauren continued a muffled scream.
“Please don’t...don’t hurt her. It’ll be okay, baby.”
“Shut up,” a second gravelly voice whispered close to her ear. Her hands were quickly taped behind her.
“Don’t do this. Please,” she pleaded.
Shoved into the back floorboard, her boots removed, her ankles taped. She heard the lock being pushed down. The door slammed. The windows had been up. The keys were in her pocket. It was a scorching triple-digit day outside, but she was not going to die!
They’d kidnapped her little girl.
She felt the adrenaline rush through her body, but still couldn’t tear the tape from her hands. She closed her eyes from the grain dust and shifted closer to the window. Then kicked and kicked some more. But the bastards had pulled off her boots and left her with only socks. Her heels couldn’t touch the glass, just her toes. It was doubtful she could break the glass, but someone would hear the pounding.
Someone would see her. They’d call the police. They could break the window and get her out. Something. Something fast so they’d find Lauren.
Who could do this? She’d never give up until she found her daughter.
Sweat beaded over her face, making it itch. It was hard to breathe without inhaling the feed dust left in the sack. She choked, coughed, gagged. All the while twisting and using the carpet to slowly work the suffocating material from the bottom part of her face.
Kick. Keep kicking.
Don’t stop.
“Don’t. Give. Up. On me. Baby!”
Kick.
“Help! Can anybody hear me?”
Try to sit up. Impossible. She couldn’t twist enough and was hooked to something. “The seat belt.” They’d taped her hands to the front seat-belt strap.
Kick.
“Help.” The dry, hoarse whisper was all she had left.
The tears wanted to come. They started. But it was so hot in the car she could barely catch her breath. No tears.
Kick.
Kick again.
A customer will bring their cart to the return. Someone would hear her. She just had to keep kicking. Someone would wonder why her dad’s car was here. Wouldn’t they?
Kick. God, let me kick.
Lauren....
Chapter Three
“No witnesses. No physical evidence. No ransom demand. The Amber Alert is still active. But it’s been thirty-two hours since the kidnapping, and we’ve got nothing, Alicia.”
County Sheriff Coleman had escorted her home from the hospital after recovering from heat stroke. Thank heavens someone had seen her through the window after she’d passed out. The excessive heat inside the car could have killed her. She’d hated to call the county sheriff to bring her home, but the press had made it impossible for her to leave unescorted, and the Aubrey police had refused to help.
Now he stood in her humble living/dining room like he had a dozen times in the past four years. Same humble sheriff, just a different house than when he’d notified her Dwayne had died at the scene of his car accident.
“I don’t understand. We both know the only person who could be behind this is Shauna. She’s publicly threatened to take Lauren from me.” Her husband’s stepmother had put on a good distraught act for the television cameras, but Alicia knew the truth.
Knew the Webers wanted her little girl’s trust fund. Knew in her heart they were involved with the abduction. The gleam of dollar signs in their eyes proved it to her over and over again.
“Why can’t anyone see past the fake tears she has only when the press is around?” There was something else just behind Shauna’s heavy-lidded eyes. Gloating. The same look she’d had when they’d successfully frozen all of Dwayne’s assets.
“Lauren isn’t at the ranch or the Frisco house, where Shauna lives now. We’ve checked. We’ve followed Weber. We’ve searched every property remotely associated with either of them.” The sheriff shook his head as he had each time he’d told her the same results while she’d been in the hospital.
“What about the FBI? Did you contact the Texas Rangers like you said? Or are you telling me to give up?” She wouldn’t.
“I’m telling you I won’t stop looking, but there’s little I can do. The rangers are on watch and are conducting the investigation. They feel like this is a domestic dispute and haven’t called in the FBI yet.”
“Did Shauna stop them? Does everyone believe her and the lies she’s telling the press? I did not kidnap my daughter for her trust fund.” Vultures.
He hung his head, letting her assume it was true.
“It might be time for a private investigator,” he said.
“I checked into them yesterday from the hospital. They
